We meet by the river, your hair dripping wet Because of the rain which has been falling all day.

The river’s rippled skin splits Your face when you lean over And shake your head to and fro, A happy puppy with your easy smile.

How have you arrived here? Is it because of gravity that propels Everything fluid to a river? You flow ceaselessly now.

Half submerged in the water, You are the river Carving its name on the rocks. And I am one of the edged pebbles You gently smoothen.

The grass on the bank bends Towards your body in the rain. My head has woven a nest Out of that grass which laps Your curved lap. It is raining, As you bend over my head Obliterating the world.

I wonder: Where do you end? Where does the river begin?

Note The music playing in my head as I was scribbiling the lines above was the lovely Vishwa Mohan Bhatt & Ry Cooder's album, with the same title as this poem.